THIRD EYE
MICRO STORIES
Nicolás J. Marinelli
A spider, tiny as a coin but deadly venomous, began to slowly and carefully climb up the man’s body. First, it ascended the calf, then the thigh, until it reached the waist, which it surpassed with agile movements of each of its eight legs. It cautiously made its way up the long torso, and when it reached the neck, the arachnid became even more cautious than before, gliding like a skater over the most fragile ice. Once it reached the very entrance of the ear, it paused to sense its surroundings.
Until, in a moment of decision, it traversed the short distance to the space between the eyebrows, where it stayed, nervous and tense, fearing it would be crushed. Then, the little spider gazed at the half-open eyelids and the translucent eyes, and tried to be as careful as possible not to disturb the man in his rest. Though it very well could have bitten the guy right in the neck. It wouldn’t have made any difference.
Through its eight tiny eyes, the spider watched as a strange crimson liquid seeped from a circular hole in the middle of the man’s forehead.
